A/N: Ok here it is… the chapter I hyped up at the end of the last chapter! Lol Full author's note at the end…
I don't own GMW, just the plot of this story.
Chapter 11: "Something Undeniable"
Maya stood outside of the small Chinese restaurant that sat on the edge of Chinatown. She and Josh were supposed to meet up for another date. With the success of their Coney Island date a few days earlier, they had been talking on the phone, but had yet to see each other. Josh kept claiming his schoolwork kept him pretty busy. Maya believed him and actually offered to meet up with him and help, but he denied her, saying he knew she wouldn't understand most of the work he had. But tonight they had a dinner plan. Usually Maya wouldn't want Chinese, it wasn't her favorite. But it was Josh's favorite so she was willingly to try this place he swore by.
She was right on time stepping into the doorway. 7:00 sharp. It was a small place and you could see the whole restaurant from the front entrance. Maya's little head poked around, looking for Josh's face but had no luck. Outside was a little chilly so her hands were pretty much shoved in her pockets the whole walk over. Her phone was in her purse so she pulled it out to check for missed messages from Josh about maybe being late. The screen illuminated and revealed she had missed a text. 3 minutes ago, Josh texted her, but it wasn't about being late.
From: Boing
Hey I'm not going to be able to make it tonight…. I'm really sorry. School stuff! I'll make it up to you…
An exasperated sigh came out of Maya's mouth. She wouldn't deny being disappointed. But the promise of 'I'll make it up to you' made her feel a little better. She didn't feel like replying, but figured she should.
To: Boing
It's alright! Don't worry about it
The tiny silver lining showed itself when the aggravating smell of Chinese food hit the blonde's nose. It was way too overwhelming for her taste. She opened the door of the restaurant and stepped back out into the streets. Not really wanting to go home to her empty apartment, knowing her mom was working a double shift and wouldn't be home until morning, she wandered the streets. A thought popped into her head about going to Riley's. At least then she wouldn't be alone. And no doubt Topanga cooked dinner and food did sound so good right now. Maya had been too nervous about the date to eat before. It hadn't occurred to her until she was walking to the restaurant that maybe she should have eaten before so she wouldn't have to eat so much Chinese food until she was full. Long story short: she was pretty hungry.
Before starting her walk to the subway to get to her best friend's house, she felt a shiver run through her spine. She spotted a little hole in the wall coffee shop on the street corner and made her way there. She would kill for a hot chocolate right now. Before she even opened the door of the place, she looked in the window. It was just a glance, but it was enough to see a very familiar face. Josh Matthews sat in a seat on the side of the café. It wouldn't have been a painful sight if he had been alone. But he was not alone. Across from him, giggling and running her hands through her long dark hair, was a girl. Maya eyed her for a second. She tried to decide whether or not she wanted to still go inside the coffee shop. Something unknown inside of her told her to go in and get to the bottom of what was going on. Just 20 minutes ago she got a text from him that told her he was busy to just have dinner with her but here he was. The door in front of her swung open as someone was exiting the shop. They gave her a curious look, wondering if she was going inside or not. The blonde thanked them and grabbed the door from their hand, walking inside and making her way over to Josh.
"Josh?" she peeped, stepping up behind him. Both his head and the head of the girl with him turned to Maya. Of course, the dark haired girl was oblivious to who Maya was. But Josh's eyes grew to be the size of saucers, clearly not expecting to run into the blonde. He rose from his seat and guided Maya over to the other side of the shop with his hand on the small of her back.
"What are you doing here?" he asked nervously.
"I could ask you the same question," Maya snapped back. She didn't want to be mad, but she couldn't help but feel at least a little offended. And embarrassed. "I thought you said you had too much school stuff to do to go out tonight?"
Josh looked around nervous, obviously looking for an acceptable answer. He caught sight of Maya's eyes on the dark haired girl sitting back across the shop. "She's helping me study. We're in the same class," he tried to offer up a quick remedy.
"You don't have any textbooks. I've seen you when you study Josh, you bring like an entire library with you," Maya retaliated. She didn't want him to beat around the bush. That seemed to hurt more than if he just told her the truth. She pretty much already knew where this was going anyway. "Josh just tell me what's really going on."
A reluctant expression took over his face. Maya knew he was too nice of a guy to want to hurt her. "I like you Maya. But I'm going to graduate college this year. And you'll still be in high school," he said. It was the same issue it always seemed to be for them. Maya wasn't surprised. But lack of surprise didn't stop it from hurting a little still. "It wouldn't work Maya."
"Yeah." That's all she managed to get out.
"Please don't be upset," Josh pleaded quietly.
"I'm not upset!" she said, holding back tears from coming out. "I will-um, I will let you get back to your date," Maya managed to choke out before leaving the shop. Tears finally burst through the rims of her blue eyes when she walked out and felt the cold air hit her.
It was a humiliating feeling. She had too much hope with Josh that maybe they could happen. But the age difference would always be too much for them. It felt like she could never show her face around him again. She would just feel that feeling of rejection bolt through her bones whenever their eyes met now. Her previous plan of going to Riley's was quickly torn apart and thrown away in her head. The last thing she wanted was to let Riley know why she was crying. And Maya couldn't imagine her crying end any time soon. She didn't bother wiping her tears on her walk home. Ignoring the looks from a few people on the street, she let the tears keep coming. They had to run out sometime right?
Stepping out of the elevator to her floor, she suddenly felt grateful that her mom wasn't home. Her empty apartment felt a little like a sanctuary where she could let these tears flow in peace as they needed to. She felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket as she stuck her key in the door, but figured it was Josh. She didn't want to look at it or anything. Once in her apartment, she slumped with soft footsteps to her room. Her phone was thrown onto the bed and she slipped on a loose pair of boyfriend jeans and a comfortable cropped sweater. Thank god for water proof mascara because she knew that if she wasn't wearing that, she would look like a wild raccoon by now.
She laid on her bed, pulling her covers around her. Reluctantly, she looked at her phone. The message she expected to be from Josh was actually from Lucas.
From: Huckleberry
How did the date go? Did he get you in bed yet?
To: Huckleberry
Leave me alone Lucas
From: Huckleberry
Ok ignore the second question… how did it go?
To: Huckleberry
I'm serious Lucas LEAVE ME ALONE.
The phone was discarded again to the end of the bed. Maya pulled her covers all the way up and over her head, enveloping herself in darkness. The emotions quieted themselves down and all that was left was some rogue tears and soft hiccupped sobs. Sleep wouldn't come, as much as Maya wanted it to. So she just laid in bed, covers over her head. After a while of staring at nothing, she got up and got a clean white canvas out of the closet and started painting. Unfortunately, that meant giving into her feelings and letting them all come out again. Little tears came out of her eyes and she had to make sure they didn't land on her wet canvas as she swiped paint over it.
Time didn't even exist. Before Maya knew it, a couple hours had passed and suddenly there was a knock on the door. She reluctantly dragged herself out of her poor mood and wiped her face clean of tears. Her pink, puffy eyes gave her emotions away but she didn't care. Dragging her canvas to the wall, she decided she would probably end up telling whoever was at the door to leave and then just go back to bed and attempt sleep again.
"What are you doing here?" Maya asked when she opened the front door to see Lucas standing there.
"You sounded upset on the phone," he said. His eyes were glued to the puffy mess that were Maya's own usual bright eyes. He wasn't sure what pulled him here, but he could tell when Maya refused to play their game over text that something was wrong. And all of a sudden, before he processed what he was doing, he was on his way to her place. "What happened on your date?"
"Nothing. It was fine," Maya grunted, wiping away more wetness from her face.
"If it was fine then you wouldn't be crying right now," Lucas said.
"I really don't know why you care," Maya sniffled. It seemed weird for him to be here right now at her door. Maybe it was her vulnerable state but she noticed a little realness in his eyes. The Lucas at her door was her favorite version of him. This was the version of him that was showing up a little more often lately, around her at least if nowhere else. She could talk to this Lucas. She was somehow sure of it just by seeing the look in his eyes.
"Neither do I to be honest," Lucas smiled. A genuine smile. "But I really do. So seriously, what happened?"
"Exactly what I should've known would happen," Maya sighed.
Lucas felt it was ok to invite himself in when he saw Maya walk over to the couch and sink into it. He shut the door quietly behind him and sat himself down on the coffee table right in front of Maya. No sound was coming out of her. He stayed silent too, wanting to give her time to gather herself before telling him what happened.
"I'm too young. And I should've seen it coming because I'm always too young for him. That's what it always is," Maya cried. "He canceled our date so he could go on a date with some other girl," she finally revealed. Freezing in place, Lucas felt like he couldn't say anything back. He could think of more than a couple occasions that he had done this exact thing to a girl. He was racked with guilt that he couldn't comfort Maya without being a hypocrite. A little charge surged through his hand as he placed it on Maya's knee, rubbing his thumb lightly over the denim fabric of her jeans. "I'm so stupid for thinking that it could be any different!"
"Maya you are not stupid," Lucas shot back. More guilt ran through him. It was so heavy on his shoulders that he felt physically weighed down just sitting here. He never felt guilt and didn't know exactly how to deal with this heavy feeling. "Look maybe this is partly my fault. I gave you all this advice and I might have given you this false hope."
"It's not your fault Lucas. It's just always that I'm too young for him and you didn't know that when we started this whole thing. This is my fault," Maya cried, wiping away more tears. It was odd. This was a humiliating thing to have happened to her and she didn't want to talk to or see anyone just one hour ago. But here she was opening up, letting out her emotions. Letting out her emotions was never something that Maya Hart was good at. But she was doing it now. To Huckleberry nonetheless.
"It also might have helped to know that he was an idiot," Lucas grinned. "Missing out on you makes him an idiot."
Maya smiled back at Lucas. A small smile, but it was still a smile and she did not think a smile was even possible right now. It was Maya who broke the eye contact between the two of them. Somehow the whole moment seemed very intimate. Maya quickly blamed it on her emotion and all too vulnerable state. "You don't have to stay here with me you know," she whispered, completely drying her face and eyes with a tissue she got from the box on the side table.
"So what? Just leave you all alone?" Lucas questioned, already determined to stay with the sad girl.
"It's not a big deal Sundance. I'm always alone."
"Well you're not alone tonight," Lucas beamed. Determined to keep Maya's spirits up, he hatched a plan quick. "You hungry?"
Maya nodded reluctantly. Lucas had no obligation to stay with her or try to make her feel better. And Maya certainly didn't feel like being hit on all night if he was going to revert back to that Lucas. "Yeah," she finally answered out loud. "My dinner date didn't work out, so…," she joked. The joking seemed like a good sign to Lucas. And to Maya, who knew that if Lucas didn't come over than she wouldn't be feeling better at all.
"Alright. Then I'll tell you what, how about I go down the street and get us some food? And when I come back, we can just watch a bunch of movies. Whichever movies you want," he suggested. Maya nodded in return and gave her last little sniffle to end her crying.
Without wasting a second, Lucas got up and made his way to the door. "Thanks Huckleberry," Maya said in a low, but still audible voice. She didn't even look up at him as she spoke. Truth was, she felt enough lightening in the moment without the eye contact they were becoming known for. Lucas gave a short glance from over his shoulder, but smiled and continued his walk out when he saw Maya still looking down at the crumpled up tear-stained tissue in her hands.
It didn't take long for Lucas to come back with a big bag full of tacos from the place down the street that Maya pointed out when he walked her home the night she had dinner with his parents. Maya was elated at the sight, happy to trade the Chinese food she would've had for her favorite: Mexican food. While Lucas was gone, Maya picked out a stack of movies for them to watch. She tried to take it easy on him and not pick anything too chick-flicky. It was nice of him to decide to stay with her and she didn't want him to regret it. The two spread out on Maya's bed like they did a few nights ago. But this time, they weren't so concerned with not being too close. It didn't seem to matter this time. Maya's little legs were thrown over Lucas's slightly and his hand kept landing on Maya's leg when he had nowhere else to put it. This time, Maya didn't care when her head landed on the cowboy's shoulder. She didn't move her head after she noticed, she just mentally commented on how nicely her head fit in that spot between his neck and shoulder. Somewhere in the middle of the second movie, they started talking. Not about anything in particular, but just about everything. They didn't even notice when the credits started rolling. They were too busy talking about what they wanted for their future, Maya's head still firmly planted on the blonde boy's shoulder.
"A vet? Seriously?"
"Why the tone of surprise?" Lucas laughed, curious. Although, he wasn't too curious. Most people wouldn't peg him as someone who would rather spend their life caring for animals rather than play sports professionally or something in that area.
"I just wouldn't have guessed that," Maya smiled. "It's sweet though." Her head lifted allowing for eye contact between the two. Maya's eyes were lighter now than when Lucas first walked into her apartment earlier in the night. Lucas watched the gold flecks float around in her irises in the light of the white string lights she had hung around the room that was currently the only light illuminating their faces.
"I don't know if sweet is typically a word that would describe me," Lucas alleged, breaking his eyes away from the blue oasis.
"I think it is. But the real you. Not the crappy, sex-crazed version of you that runs amuck," Maya teased.
"And how do you know that's not the real me?" Lucas asked in a joking tone. No one ever really tried to get to know Lucas past getting to say they made out with him or slept with him. It was a calming feeling in his chest to hear Maya say that she believed he was better than he acted. If he was being honest, even he didn't know if he was better sometimes.
"Is it?"
Those blue orbs got to Lucas in a way that was real. In a way that he never felt with not just any other girl, but any other person. It scared him a bit that she had that power when she wasn't even doing anything but look at him.
"I don't know," he sighed. "It's like no one ever sees anything but that version of me. And sometimes I just feel like maybe they don't see anything else because this is me. I'm that shit guy. But for some reason everybody likes that shit guy, so why try being anything else?"
"You're something else with me. Around me you're not that guy. At least not all the time," she smiled back.
"I still don't know why," Lucas said honestly. He had no idea what it was about Maya that got him going above and beyond for her. Quietly, he wished he could understand this feeling better.
"It's because you're trying to sleep with me," Maya joked.
Lucas laughed. "Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me," he said, nudging her arm.
Playfully, Maya pushed him back, laughing that laugh she had no idea he loved so much. Her hand slid down his toned arm and rested on his wrist. Her fingers wrapped around it enough to let him know she didn't want him to pull away. Not that he would anyway. Maya's thumb slowly started stroking the skin of Lucas's palm. Just that tiny touch of her skin on his made her want so much more. It made her want to move closer, get more personal. She pushed down the feeling as best as she could but she was consumed with the feeling of that urge trying to swallow her whole. She wouldn't know, but Lucas was fighting that same urge. Both of them were getting dangerously close to losing. Both avoiding looking at the other person. Lucas settling for staring around the bedroom and Maya kept her eyes on their close hands, her fingers still wrapped around his wrist.
"Thank you for coming over. And staying with me," Maya said in her attempt to break the horrid tension that surrounded them and made its way into her lungs.
"It's no problem Shortstack," Lucas returned.
There it was. The eye contact both of them had been trying to avoid. Both had turned their heads to just glance at the other but accidentally caught their eyes. Inching closer and closer to each other, neither knew who initiated the closeness they had now. But it was sure that it was Maya who initiated the kiss. She couldn't deny the urge anymore. She pressed her hand against his cheek, cupping it, pulling his face to hers. The second their lips touched, soft and slow, it was like lightening ran through her. She felt her heart beat faster, suddenly at what felt like 200 beats per minute. Lucas's hands tangled through her hair, running its length down to the tips. Even pulling away for a second felt wrong. Her breaths quickened, hitching when she felt the Texan's strong hands grip her hips. Her body was pulled onto of his. She threw her legs on either side of him, straddling the boy. Under her shirt, his hands gripped and pulled at her skin, dragging his fingertips along the warmth of her flesh. With his tongue fighting hers for dominance, Maya linked her arms behind his neck, leaning her body in close. She could feel the heat rising from his body against her own. It was like a heat grate with steam surrounding them. Like a magnetic force neither could explain was pulling them closer, their bodies melting into each other. Maya let Lucas slide her shirt over her head and throw it to the floor. Never had she wanted to take his shirt off so much. She wanted as much of his skin on her as possible. The image of his heaving chest on top of her, the feeling she got in her head just thinking about it pushed her to pull his shirt off too. Her shaky fingers traced the lines in between his abs. The shaking, trembling was remedied only by Lucas's hand gripping hers, his forehead pressed against hers. Her brain felt like mush. It felt wrong to not kiss him. It felt wrong to do anything but kiss him in this moment. As if he was reading her mind, he pressed his lips to hers, reigniting the fire they had in their mouths.
The force of a strong bicep wrapped around Maya's small frame and flipped her on her back. Clothes flew off, joining the pile on the floor. Heavy pants escaped from the tinier blonde who was gasping for air in between kisses. The lips of the taller blonde on her neck made it difficult to focus on breathing. His hand gripping at her sides, on her hips firmly, pleasured her too much to concentrate. Her lungs burned with desire to have his taste in her mouth. Her lips pressed to his chest once, twice, three times. She threw her head back on the pillow, blonde hair spreading everywhere. She couldn't help but let out a moan as she felt the deep kisses he was laying on her skin between her breasts. A deep pressure ran through her bottom half as the taller blonde finally entered her. His parted lips eased the tight feeling when they touched her lips and ran down her neck. Moaning from Maya filled the room and mixed with the deep breaths from Lucas. She pulled her toned leg up higher, allowing his member to enter deeper into her. The feeling that surged through her was familiar. She felt it before, when she was laying on her back on the floor. That was merely a small taste of the energizing emotion she had now with Lucas's hands touching her. Lucas pushed in and out slowly, only speeding up when he felt lost in a moment of ecstasy. Then, when he heard a moan that was more pain than pleasure, he slowed back into a delicate rhythm. He would kiss her chin, her nose, anywhere to calm her down and ease her back into the movement. Their bodies, like one, moved around. He let his hands freely wander her body and felt the gentle stride of her fingers doing the same.
Maya felt close to her orgasm. It was something she had never felt before and if she had to take a guess, she would say this was the moment. Each kiss brought her closer. Her erect nipples sat in between Lucas's teeth, being pulled softly. She reached her hand up and pressed her palm against the headboard, finding the movement Lucas was in and matching it. Lucas could feel her wetness already and knew she was close. He held his breath, releasing his final thrusts into her quivering body. Finally, like a force of nature, she came, repeating the boy's name over and over under her breath. Lucas wasn't far behind, his forehead against Maya's as he released. Their breathing synced as their lips did the same. Maya rolled to the side as Lucas collapsed next to her, exhausted. His hands pushed back whatever blonde hair fell in her face and kissed her back. It was like the world fell at their knees and the universe was just them. Maya blocked out all the sounds from the street and could only hear the breathing of the boy next to her. Her eyes were heavy and ready to close. But her lips begged to remain tied to Lucas's. Lucas could feel a release on his chest. A feeling that was once like there was a huge knot in it, now felt light. Almost as if a thank you, he wrapped his arms around Maya and pulled her close to him. She sank into his eyes as they opened. The jungle of green stared back at her but she had no words.
She pulled her blonde hair back and laid her head on the comforting spot that was Lucas's chest. Her heavy eyes sank closed, feeling the cowboy twist strands of her hair around his fingers. His heart beat under her ear lulled her into a deep sleep. She was content with just the warmth of his body but suddenly felt him pull the covers over both of them. Lucas laid awake even after Maya's steady breathing meant she was fast asleep. He didn't know much right now. He didn't know what would happen. Or what they would do or even what they would be to each other after this. But he did know that he had never felt like that. He couldn't even count how many girls he had slept with in the past, but he knew none of those times had ever felt like this. None of those girls had given him a feeling even close to the one Maya gives him. He let his eyes shut, listening to the quiet breathing of the girl he held in his arms.
A/N: PLEASE READ: Was that what you were expecting? I would like to explain something:
I can't help but feel like a lot of people are going to say that these two sleeping together happened too fast. I worried about that a lot when I was about to post this chapter and reading the comments from the last chapter. I put A LOT of thought into stories before I write them and think through where I'm going to put certain events and how they happen and I had to go back to that in my head to remember why I had them sleep together when they did. Here's the thing… Maya and Lucas are young. They're teenagers and teens are impulsive and stupid and they do things without thinking because it's pretty "in the moment." Especially when it has to do with sex and hormones, they tend to be very impulsive… I know I was when I was a teenager. And I also think it is very much Maya's personality/character to be impulsive and not think things through too much before she does them, so this felt in character for Maya, if not perhaps dramatized a bit.
And this is not the end of things. There is still plenty of story left and it's not like they just had sex and are all of a sudden in love and everything is happy rainbows. So don't worry! Thanks so much for reading guys and I hope you liked this chapter.
Also I've never been good at writing smut so I hope this wasn't too horrible of an attempt lol Make sure to review! More reviews means the next chapter is up faster!
